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'Well, he says, 'there ain't any money in it for me at those figures, Colonel, but work's slack an' I'll take the contract. You see, he thought he could charge a little more here an' there an' make something. But he didn't know the Colonel. Every time he'd talk about things costin' more than he'd thought the Colonel would flash that contract on him.
"If there had been a light in that window, any one leaving this house by the rear would have seen it, unless he had been drunk or a fool," muttered Sweetwater, in contemptuous comment to himself. "Arthur Cumberland's story is one lie. I'll take the district attorney's suggestion and return to New York to-night. My work's done here."
"All through it." Carmichael was no longer indifferent. He gave his hand. "I've got a few scars myself. What regiment?" "The th cavalry, New York." "What troop?" with growing excitement. "C troop." "I was captain of B troop in the same regiment. Hurrah! Work's over for the day. Come along with me, Grumbach, and we'll talk it over down-stairs in the Black Eagle. You're a godsend. C troop!
A little smile crept round the corners of her mouth. "You are really a very handsome boy!" she said "Quite a picture in your way! Some girl will be very proud of you!" He gave a movement of impatience. "I must go back to the orchard," he said "There's plenty to do. And after all, work's the finest thing in the world quite as fine as love perhaps finer!"
The battered old freight caboose in which the young engineers lived was moved ahead from siding to siding by passing freight trains as Rutland advised the Chief Despatcher of the work's progress.
And from a dread of so valuable and so interesting a work's being by any accident lost or effaced, as was probable by its not being intended to be published in the author's lifetime; he resolved to keep this copy, till the author should press him for it; but with a determined purpose, it should never see the light, while there was any hopes of the author's own copy being published, or even preserved.
'Oh, the work's nothing, replied Ruth, 'and as for the furniture, we've got plenty of spare bedclothes, and we could easily manage without a washstand in our room for a bit, so the only thing we really want is a small bedstead and mattress; we could get them very cheap second-hand. 'There ought to be a chest of drawers, said Easton doubtfully. 'I don't think so, replied Ruth.
But I'll never marry Margaret Clay that much is settled. I'll leave town my work's ended, I might as well be dead. God knows I wish I were!" "Just how far have you gone with Magsie?" George interrupted quietly. "Why, nothing at all!" Warren said. "Flowers, handbags, things like that! I've kissed her, but I swear Rachael never gave me any reason to think she'd mind that."
"I can dig it for you, Master Marner," said the young man in fustian, who was now by Eppie's side, entering into the conversation without the trouble of formalities. "It'll be play to me after I've done my day's work, or any odd bits o' time when the work's slack. And I'll bring you some soil from Mr. Cass's garden he'll let me, and willing."
"No work's going on." "Then we'll be delighted to have you come and Dave also, of course. There's an especially fattened turkey ready to slide into the oven now. Father has just said, too, to tell you that there's going to be something else Tom and Jerry. How does that sound?" "Like a man and a boy coming down the road toward Diamond Creek," Lee answered, with a laugh.
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